Date: Fri, 11 Dec 2009 14:45:05 -0500
From: john smith <22.otro.etao@gmail.com>
Subject: The Piff Man (What's Goin Thru My Head Is)

	This story ain't true, I jus made it all up. Although the
characters (includin me) are all similar to ppl in my real life (including
me). But like I said, it's not real. Don't read this if it's illegal where
you live or if you are not 18, cuz it depicts gay sex between dudes. Also,
def contact me an lemme kno what you think of the story. Lastly, pa' que
sepa, I'm not uneducated and I kno how to speak and spell properly (I'm a
student at Rutgers), but I typed up the story the way I talk, the way I
would tell it if I was tellin it to you in person, jus so you get the feel
of where I'm comin from. JERSEY! Enjoy.



	I'm chillin wit the crew, jus came back from the titty bar. A few
of us is drunk as hell, an some jus tipsy. I'm tipsy, not drunk. We're all
lookin to smoke a blunt or find some chicks. There's isn't any tho. And I'm
gay, altho no one knows.

	My name's Joel, and I'm 22 years old, in my last year at
Rutgers-Newark. I'm Puerto Rican, white skinned, black hair, brown eyes,
5'11", athletic body, but kinda skinny (I'm tryna get jacked, but I got a
hard time puttin on weight). I'm gay, but I ain't told nobody, an I only
hooked up wit one guy before, an even that alls we did is I got my dick
sucked. So yea, thats the info bout me.

	Anyway, we chillin, we at my dude Jojo's crib, makin mad phone
calls now, tryna find bud to smoke. We got ari round the corner (thats
"Arizona", regs, the type of shit wit stems an seeds that you get madness
of for 5 bucks but its shitty as hell - that's "stress" for all a yall out
on West Coast), but we aint tryna smoke no ari, we lookin for piff. I'm
tellin my boy Ray, who sittin next to me, that there's a spot in the
Heights that I kno they out right now, an the bags is fat as hell, but we
gotta jus roll up, they dont take calls. Ray's sayin he aint tryna fuck wit
that shit, he's drunk an aint tryna go on an adventure. I'm tellin him it's
not an adventure, it'll be quick an easy, an its only three minutes away.
He's still sayin no.

	I'm goin around, askin who wants to go wit me pick up this bud, an
who wants to chip in for it. Nobody's tryna go wit me, but Ray, Jojo, Josue
and Danny are all down to throw cash. I collect the dough an tell Jojo to
lemme borrow his whip. He says aight an throws me the keys.

	When I get to the Heights, there's nobody out at the spot, so I
circle the block. On the second time I circle around, I see four dudes
walkin out the building door. Two black dudes, one Dominican lookin cat,
and one white lookin dude. I got my head out the window, an I'm askin for
bud.

	"Where the smoke at yo? Quien tiene pasto?" The black dudes motion
at the other two, an then walk off, an the white dude is wavin me over,
"por aqui tiguere." Nice. I double park the whip an walk over toward the
door. The darker kid says he got ari ("nicks, na ma"), an the white dude is
sayin he got haze. "Cuanto quiere?" I guess he aint white. "A quarter yo."
He looks surprised, an tells me he gotta run upstairs, he only got like
three dimes on him or some shit, he gotta go get the rest. He tellin me
come inside wit him, we cant be loiterin outside the buildin, the spot is
gettin too hot. I aint thrilled to be havin to go inside the buildin, I was
tryna make it a quick trip, but I say aight.

	The darker dude walks away, goin around the corner, and I follow
the white skin kid upstairs. When we get to the door of his apartment, I'm
surprised cause I'm expectin him to run in and out, but instead he's tellin
me to come in. Inside, he's got the heat blastin and its hot as hell. He
brings me into his room. Its messy as hell. Cigarettes in beer bottles,
dutch guts in empty boxes from the chicken shack, clothes everywhere. He
opens up a draw an takes out a big ass bag, what looks like almost a pound,
an a scale. He's tellin me hold up, he gotta weight the shit out. He's
askin me do I want a full quarter, seven grams, or do I want two fifties,
which is six dubs for a hundred. I ask him how much his dubs weigh out to,
an he's tellin me point eight, point nine. I'm still a little tipsy, an
feel like I can't do math. I'm tellin him jus gimme a hundred dollars worth
even if its less than the full seven, even tho I wasn't tryna pay more than
a hundred for the quarter (in retrospect I realize that that was dumb, it
was some good ass budz).

	Havin been inside the room for more than two minutes, I'm gettin
mad hot, an aparently he is too, cuz he talkin off his hoody. He's got jus
a beater on under it, an I notice he's got a bangin body. While he's
concentratin on weighin out the bud an baggin it up (i told him I wanted
that shit separated, not jus in one big bag), I'm lookin at him, and
realizing he's mad hot. He really don't look spanish at all, jus like a
white boy tryna look like a thug (and pullin it off). I ask him whats his
nationality an he tells me he's Columbian and Cuban. That's wassup, I'm
tellin him, that's an interesting mix. You don't usually get Columbians
mixin it up wit Cubans. We don't really got too many Cubans out here anyway
(we do got mad Columbiano cats tho).

	He's seems to be takin extra long gettin my shit ready, an I'm
gettin impatient, and I feel like I'm over heating too. I don't kno if its
from the alcohol or it's jus really he got the heat jacked up to 90 degrees
or some shit. I take off my North Face, an put it down on his desk chair,
which looks like the only spot that aint got some type of trash on it. The
jacket is big, an on accident the sleeve hits the keyboard an also moves
the mouse a little, wakin his computer outta sleep mode or whatever. And
guess what the fuck is up on his screen... porn.. gay porn! What's goin
through my mind is: "Holy shit, this motherfucker is gay."

	He's still lookin down, fiddlin wit the bud, puttin it in separate
bagz an shit, so he don't see that I can see the gay porn he was clearly
jus watching. I'm wonderin what to do. I'm hopin that the screen saver will
come back on, an he won't see it. "Aight, pana mio, here's six, an I threw
in an extra - " and jus as he's gettin up to give me the product, first
lookin at me and then lookin past me, he sees the computer screen, and
freezes, mid sentense.

	There's silence, neither of us is sayin anything. I feel awkward as
hell, but I'm mad excited at the same time. Should I try to hook up wit
this dude? He's mad fuckin hot, and now that I kno he's gay... damn. I
really got little to no experience wit dudes (altho I fucked mad chicks),
so I'm not sure what to say. He's still in the same spot, frozen, but
lookin hard as hell, like he ready to fight. What if he aint gay, what if
some other motherfucker was lookin at that shit on his computer? What if I
make a move an he's thinkin what the fuck an he's packin heat, an then I'm
in over my head. Nah. Fuck it. Ima go for it.

	I put on my game face, an walk at him fast, closin the space
between us quick. I get right up in his face (what's goin through my mind
is: "look, we the same height"), tryna look gangsta, an then I push him,
mad hard, so that he got no choice but to fall back down onto the
couch. And then I'm on top of him, pinning him to the spot he's in. I'm
lookin into his eyes, not smiling, my face mad close to his. And then, as
I'm holdin him down, I kiss him, hard. Immediately, his body goes soft,
relaxing under me. His hands fall down by his sides, and then he's got one
on the back of my neck an one on my back. And he's kissing me back. And
what's going through my mind is: "Yea, nigga! You got that shit yo."

	We're makin out now, full on, and he acting like he can't get
enough of me. We gradually reposition on the couch so that we lying down
instead of sitting, still kissing at the same time. His hand is moving
towards my crotch, and then feelin for my dick through my jeans. I'm hard
as hell, so it ain't hard to find. When he touches it he moans. And then
he's pullin off my thermals, and unzipping my pants. My dick is out, an
when he sees it his eyes open up mad wide. "Mamame el bicho nene" I'm
tellin him. He's lookin up at me, and nodding.

	As he puts his lips around my cock, it feels so good. I put my hand
on his head, guiding him down, and then up, and then back down again. It
feels so fucking good. He's moaning again, and looking down at him, he
looks sooo fucking hot with my dick in his mouth.

	I feel myself getting close, and I'm holding his head in one place
and basically fucking his face. And then I'm wondering if I can fuck
him. And as if on cue, he pulling off me, and looking up at me, and lookin
at his eyes I kno he wanna get fucked. I lift his beater over his head,
push him back down so he's layin on his back, and then pull his pants an
boxers off. He's still got that pleading look in his eyes, and he's
breathin mad heavy. His cock is huge, and hard as a rock. I put my hand on
it, lightly, and his breathing gets even heavier.

	My cock is still wet from his suckin my dick, and I decide that
instead of ruining the moment by askin him for lube or condoms, I'm jus
gonna fuck him (I kno that wasn't the smartest choice, but whatever). I got
his legs up over my shoulders, and I'm positioning my cock near his
asshole. "Quiere?" He shakes his head yes. "You want it?" I ask again, and
he shakes his head again, making a "yes" sound. "Tell me." He doesn't say
anything. "Tell me!" Finally, "I want it..." But that's not enough. Seeing
him in this position, ready to get fucked, and wanting it so bad, I just
wanna hear him actually say the words. "Tell me what you want."
... "Please... please?" Is he beggin? "Tell me what you want me to do." He
gives in. "Fuck me! Please, fuck me!" What's going through my mind is:
"YES! FUCK YEA!"

	I bring one hand up to his mouth, pushing my fingers inside, and he
looks confused but starts to suck on my fingers anyway. I take em out and
then start to touch around his asshole, and then I push one finger
inside. He breathes in sharp, and then lets out his breath slowly. I start
to fuck him with my finger, and now he's moaning, his eyes closed. I put in
another, and start fucking him with the two, my index and middle
fingers. And the whole thing is just too fucking hot for me, and I can't
wait anymore. I take my fingers out, an position my dick up against his
hole. I push in, a little, and he makes a sound like it hurts (my dick is
mad thick). It feels too good though, and I can't stop myself from pushing
in further, not giving him a chance to get used to it. "Wait, wait, wait,"
he's telling me, whispering. I'm tellin him "shhhh," as I keep pushin in
more. His eyes are getting wider and wider the deeper I go (my dick is mad
long too).

	When I'm all the way in, I let it rest there for a couple of
seconds. And then I'm fucking him, full on, hard as hell. I'm making long,
deep thrusts, slow, but going all the way in and all the way out. He's
making noises, and his eyes are rolled all the way back. It feels fuckin
amazing. Between the feeling on my dick, the sight of him getting fucked
(and also, the sight of me fucking him), and jus the thought of the whole
thing was bringing me mad close to cumming. I didn't kno how long I could
last. He's got one hand on his dick, jackin it, and the other on my lower
back, pulling me into him in time wit my thrusts.

	He leans up, for a kiss, and I kno I'm about to cum. I tell him,
and I'm about to pull out, but he's jus repeating "fuck me, fuck me, fuck
me" over and over, and his hand his still pushin me into him. And then,
right as I'm bout to bust, he's cumming. I feel his cum, it's hot, and it
lands on me and all over him, and at the same time I'm cumming too, inside
of him. I collapse on top of him as my dick keeps spurtin in his ass, out
of breath, and I look at him. His eyes are closed, and he's got a half
smile on his face, looking like he jus ate some mad good food, satisfied as
hell.

	After bout a minute and a half of layin there I get up off him, and
start to clean myself up wit the paper towels he got layin on the floor
next to the couch. He's gettin up too, wipin the cum off his abs an chest,
and then pullin his boxers on. We get dressed in silence, not sayin
anything, not even lookin at each other.

	When we got all our clothes on, including my jacket an hat an shit,
I look at him, starin right into his eyes. I'm smiling, and he is too. He
hands me the weed he bagged up for me earlier, an I throw the hundred down
onto the table. "Yo, ima give you my number cuz I aint always out on the
block yo." I'm still smiling at him. I tell him aight, that's fine. "If you
like the bud yo, hit me up, I'm always good, an I'll hook em up fat for
you. An I'm sayin, if you like the bud, you feel me, you kno, jus come back
thru an - " I cut him off, tellin him, "Ma dude, if the bud is shitty as
hell, I think Ima still be hittin you up regardless." And he's smiling,
grinning ear to ear. And then I'm out the door, out the building, in my
car, drivin the three minutes back to Jojo's. What's goin thru my mind is:
"Where the fuck Ima tell these niggas I been for the last two hours?"